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December 6, 2006

Stacy: The Ballad of Dirtbag Jimmy

Screams echoed through the Las Vegas night. Just another hooker, having a good time, everyone thought.

No one noticed Dirtbag Jimmy was missing from the poker room. But then no one really ever noticed Dirtbag Jimmy, until he owed them money.

Dirtbag Jimmy just happened to owe Papa Vincetti about 50K. Dirtbag Jimmy wasn’t good at poker.

This is how Dirtbag Jimmy came to be dangling off a 30th floor balcony, secured by Papa Vincetti’s boy Primo, and doing his best hooker-having-a-good-time impression.

Dirtbag Jimmy didn’t have 50K, so Primo set him free. Dirtbag Jimmy wasn’t good at flying either.

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You move a few times and distance yourself from old friends and just when you think a particular nickname is long since forgotten...

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at December 6, 2006 5:28 PM · Permalink

Shoulda taken those poker lessons...

Posted by: Stacy at December 6, 2006 5:32 PM · Permalink

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